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Aldous Huxley

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After Many a Summer Dies the Swan Antic Hay Ape and Essence Brave New World Brave New World / Brave New World Revisited Brave New World Revisited Collected Essays Complete Essays 1, 1920-25 Complete Essays 2, 1926-29 Crome Yellow Ends and Means Eyeless in Gaza Island Jesting Pilate Moksha: Writings on Psychedelics & the Visionary Experience Music at Night and Other Essays Point Counter Point Proper Studies Science, Liberty And Peace The Defeat of Youth and Other Poems The Devils of Loudun The Doors of Perception The Doors of Perception & Heaven and Hell The Genius And The Goddess The Olive Tree The Perennial Philosophy Themes And Variations Writers At Work: The Paris Review Interviews

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Only the middle distance and what may be called the remoter foreground are strictly human. When we look very near or very far, man either vanishes altogether or loses his primacy. The astronomer looks even further afield than the Sung painter and sees even less of human life. At the other end of the scale the physicist, the chemist, the physiologist pursue the close-up _ the cellular close-up, the molecular, the atomic and subatomic. Of that which, at twenty feet, even at arm__ length, looked and sounded like a human being no trace remains.Something analogous happens to the myopic artist and the happy lover. In the nuptial embrace personality is melted down; the individual (it is the recurrent theme of Lawrence__ poems and novels) ceases to be himself and becomes a part of the vast impersonal universe.And so it is with the artist who chooses to use his eyes at the near point. In his work humanity loses its importance, even disappears completely. Instead of men and women playing their fantastic tricks before high heaven, we are asked to consider the lilies, to meditate on the unearthly beauty of __ere things,_ when isolated from their utilitarian context and rendered as they are, in and for themselves. Alternatively (or, at an earlier stage of artistic development, exclusively), the nonhuman world of the near-point is rendered in patterns. These patterns are abstracted for the most part from leaves and flowers _ the rose, the lotus, the acanthus, palm, papyrus _ and are elaborated, with recurrences and variations, into something transportingly reminisce

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Aldous Huxley

The Doors of Perception

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It__ dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you__e feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig. Lightly, lightly _ it__ the best advice ever given me. When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic. No rhetoric, no tremolos, no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell. And of course, no theology, no metaphysics. Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That__ why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling, on tiptoes and no luggage, not even a sponge bag, completely unencumbered.

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And along with indifference to space, there was an even more complete indifference to time. "There seems to be plenty of it", was all I would answer when the investigator asked me to say what I felt about time. Plenty of it, but exactly how much was entirely irrelevant. I could, of course, have looked at my watch but my watch I knew was in another universe. My actual experience had been, was still, of an indefinite duration. Or alternatively, of a perpetual present made up of one continually changing apocalypse.

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Aldous Huxley

The Doors of Perception & Heaven and Hell